You will never see me   Walking around feeling low   You will never hear, there   Goes a man who doesn't know      Too many roads to walk   Too many things to do   Too many words to talk   Moments too few      I don't think you know   Though you've been told a million times   It's not clear to see   Unless you read in between the lines      Look out your window   When did it start?   Nothing's for certain   It's just a part      If you're feeling low, no   And your world comes tumbling down   If you see how time stops   Better take a look around      Good things must end   They never last   Look to tomorrow   Forget the past